Word: acidizing
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...lady's matter-of-fact self-assessment: "I am a bitch." Many in Israel agree. The late Levi Eshkol called her a shrew. Yitzhak Raphael, a National Religious Party leader, labeled her a liar. She has been threatened with murder and having acid thrown in her eyes. She is sometimes tailed by thugs, and she gets more hate mail than an Arab sympathizer. Says former Education Minister Zalman Aranne: "She leaves scorched people and scorched earth behind...
There are lots of Rogers in Cambridge now, and more on the way. This Roger ended up here on the San Francisco rebound. He was one of the people we all read about in Life magazine. He was there for the acid summer: the summer of love when (even Life said so) Haight-Asbury was an urban pastorale. Roger said he took acid 200 times in San Francisco, and even if he's lying, what's the difference? Suppose it was only 100 times...
...They are probably much better. They require a confidence in who you are and how what you do relates to America that street people probably don't have. I doubt, for example, that Quakers feel an existential need to riot to serve the Vietnamese. Nor must they take acid to prove to themselves the disparity between their world and that of their fathers. Their fathers are probably Quakers...
...There is a fourteen-year-old boy who has been tripping all night, and he has the I Ching clutched in his hands. And there's another boy not much older, an acid dealer, who is tripping and trying to hide his dope before it gets too light. And a little girl named Roberta with a crumpled velvet dress and great big eyes. And a guy named Rufus who has left his wife and child in Maine and wants to go to New Mexico to look for Don Juan, who was the peyote man in a look. Rufus wants...
...more with language and style, as is the case with John Updike, 38, or with a relatively narrow range of human experience, as is true of Philip Roth, 37. There is no Faulkner, no Hemingway, no Fitzgerald, no O'Neill in our lost generation. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test may well be our Great Gatsby, and Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feeling So Sad our Desire Under the Elms...